User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/"The Vermillion Enclave"/@comment-3474228-20111219210644/@comment-25220117-20111231195853

The weasel frowns "Lemme come wid ye, `right..?" ''Cuts a rope from about his neck, offering it. In it's center is a single, rotting hawk claw'' "I kin offer ye this-`Tis what th' Rusted Claw gave me an' th' Shippin' Company I werk for. Free passage through all places loyal t' th' Guild if'n y' '`ave it. Good 'nough?"